"The Followers"
They walk unseen by man,
But they watch us,
Waiting for the mistake
That will allow them to become.
Attending the birth of a child,
Wondering if he will be
The one that lets them.
Is he the herald?
They crowd the battlefield,
Watching, waiting, hoping,
For the war that will be their
Making.
The stars tell the story,
Their day shall come.
And we melt into fire and darkness,
Chaos, then nothing.
Our arrogance betrays us.
God has other children,
They are patient.
-James

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